Shane's POV“Shit! His heart's failing!” I muttered. The doctors ran in and began pushing everyone out.“Mr. Shane, Mr. Dwayne, please stay outside,” he ordered and began resuscitation. Dad's heart line continued to remain flat even when the doctor performed CPR. The nurses moved around following orders and I watched.I caught Dwayne watching him from the corner of my eye. He didn't have any expression. He was stoic and cold.The doctor came out a few minutes later and he was mad. “I don't care if you two are the high lords of the business world, but don't push him into that position again.”“It's not like he's not going to die,” Dwayne said and I almost laughed.He was always like this, straight to the point and brutal. The doctor stood shocked for a couple of seconds, then adjusted his glasses. “Whatever it is that you guys have going shouldn’t go too far. He might pass on soon, but don't make it hard.”A soft chuckle escaped my lips and the doctor glanced at me. “Sorry, you were a
Shane's POV“Don't insult me,” Dwayne said, becoming defensive. His body stance immediately changed.“I wasn't,” I replied, spreading my arm on the sofa's head. “If I wanted to, you would be lunging at me, ready to kill.”He looked away, still avoiding me. “You've changed.”His gaze raised up, moving to my side. “You haven't tried to kill me in a week and I haven't had pressure at work.”“I take it you don't like peace,” Dwayne replied.“Oh, I do, brother. It's just weird that you would give up,” I continued. It was a way to provoke him to see if he still had other plans.“Who says I did?” he asked, with a raised eyebrow, and somehow I was teleported back to when we were thirteen, playing together as neighbors at his place.“Stop looking at me like that. Do you have a crush on me?” he asked.“You wish,” I spat and shook my head.“How long is he going to be asleep?” Dwayne asked.“I have no idea. The doctor said it was critical and I'm here.”“What a loyal son. Sometimes I think you're
Shane's POVI sped through traffic, my hands fixed on the steering wheel. My right hand pushed the hand brake and I made a turn.I was supposed to be in bed with Lucy, but the unplanned call from the hospital had me in a frenzy.Dwayne drove behind me. I could see his car from the rearview mirror, but soon he caught up to me, driving by my side. We exchanged a brief glance from the driver's seat and returned our gaze to the road.Just one more turn and that was it. We were fifteen minutes away from the hospital.My mind went back to the previous minutes before I got the call.I had reached for my buzzing phone and Caleb's voice resonated through the speakers. “Master Shane. Your father is in a critical stage.”“What? I thought he was stabilized?” I asked, confused.“The hospital was sure of it too, but it seems he's gotten worse. Your father requests to see you immediately.”For a second, I wanted to refuse. He could die for all I care. But I didn't. I might as well go to meet him and
Melissa smirked, her voice cutting through the silence. “You think you’re untouchable. But let me remind you of something—you almost had a child with me.”I froze. “…What?”She leaned back, enjoying my reaction. “Yeah. I was pregnant, Dwayne.”The words punched through my chest harder than any fist. “You’re lying.”“Am I?” she teased. “Ask yourself why I disappeared for weeks.”My throat tightened. “You—pregnant?”“Yes.” Her eyes glittered with cruel amusement. “But don’t get your hopes up. It’s gone. And you know why? Because while I was breaking apart, you were busy parading your new fiancée around. You ruined everything.”My jaw locked. “Melissa… stop playing with me.”She laughed bitterly. “Look at you. That face. You’re not even hurt about me, are you? It’s only the baby you care about.”I stayed silent. I couldn’t speak, not with my chest collapsing in on itself. My silence made her grin wider.“You didn’t even ask how I was. Just—‘was I pregnant?’ That’s all that matters to you
Melissa's POVI had just escaped a near-death experience but I was still angry. My eyes followed Dwayne as he walked back to his seat. He was so annoying.I made sure not to piss him off and walked to the chair opposite his, and sat calmly.“Back to why I brought you here,” he began. “Tell me why you did that to Lucy.”“So, it’s true. You did fall for her.”“I asked you a question and it should be a direct answer.”“I didn’t know it was going to be loud. It wasn’t even supposed to make it to the news,” I defended myself.“Congratulations. We both know you’re lying. Petra didn’t say anything to the news yet.”My eyes widened in horror as he called her name. “How did you know Petra?”“Please,” he said, adjusting his cuffs. “I co-own the biggest company in the city. There’s no information I can’t get if I want.”“This isn’t supposed to be your business,” I argued.He raised his finger and shook it at me. “It is. Since the day we made her sleep with Shane. He’s married to her, so that mak
Melissa’s POVI didn’t want to go. I hated it. I hated his guts. That man made me sick to my bones.“Darn it. I am sick of this bullshit!” I yelled and punched my pillow. Just when I thought I could have some peace to myself, he had to show up. Every cell in my body screamed for me to remain on my couch, pour myself a glass of wine and pretend the call never happened.But the address was bold on the screen when I picked up my phone. It demanded my presence. And the last thing I wanted was for him to find me at home.“Screw him,” I hissed, already considering the option to not go. But I knew how mad he could be. He would have someone drag my ass if I didn’t come over.That left me with no option and I hated it to my bones. I rose from the couch and walked to my closet, picking a pair of black jeans and a cropped leather jacket. I changed from my robe and dressed quickly.Then I did my makeup and grabbed my keys before locking the door. I checked the time—I had less than thirty minutes